Loving Collision

I love the seeing man more than the hearing woman,
When two spirits collide, friction is all together lovely;
Dwelling in study and deceit, the lovers of love are not in love,
But condemnation spreads factually, as if love did not exist.
I lose when one body is trying strength, where others fail,
Yet I succeed in unions and reunions of mighty realities.
When anything sees my heart beat faster than the sparrow,
My head is curled in the direction of my Beloved.

I see his breathing and dancing with understanding and meaning,
Even like wine dazzling in its beauty, like pouring liquor to taste;
Why does my Beloved walk in shadows of health and lovely work?
When the solutions are discovered, then it is appointed to vast rooms.
My spirit will cause the religion to split and crawl towards the people in praise,
A life is a like a line of speech, lifting the words from the pen in loveliness.
I am now so powerful that words reach skulls of pure health and robustness,
The very bones creep into the alleys of a man and woman who abide together.